#justgcld

                 —(•·÷[ 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 ]÷·•)—

          Night fell like it always had, orange and black shadows crawling across the floor as the sun tucked away for the evening. Everyone said their ‘goodbyes’ from another successful day. The place was nice and clean, everything put back where it’s supposed to be, it was still ’like new’ even though it had been years.

          It hadn’t been years for him though, maybe a week or two? He was brand new, eyes bright, gears slick and clean, plush fur nicely stitched, well groomed. The matching bow he bore was the perfect shade of purple to string their designs together.

          As the diner dimmed completely, small string lights in the shape of stars lit the place. The sound of machine humming from the kitchen was the only thing that filled the small building. It would probably be odd, possibly scary to anyone hanging around too late, but there was nothing to fear here, this place was completely safe!

          Even when the animatronics powered back on due to their faulty night mode. Maintenance AND factory claimed the fault had been fixed by them but, if they had, this wouldn’t be bothered to be typed.

                                                                           11:58pm

          He was the first of the two, it started with gears spinning slowly at first, the movement of fingers, eyes looking left then right, seeing that his partner had not risen.. things were still odd with them. He was the new toy even though the other was the star of the show. He didn’t mind, sharing was in his code!

          His first step was always the hardest, not knowing if his gears had been shifted for a human to fit inside him or not and unfortunately, tonight they forgot to switch him back to ’animatronic’ mode.. a small groan made his voice processor vibrate, he didn’t want to bother his friend… nor did he want to wake him up.. it was usually a good few minutes until the other powered on…

          The two stood side by side up on stage, he couldn’t even move his head to the right to see if he was up yet.. Then the bear’s gears began to move.. Thank heavens… He waited a minute or two.

          If he could use any word to describe himself it would be 𝔼𝕏ℍ𝔸𝕌𝕊𝕋𝔼𝔻. Maybe Drained? Tired? Could he really even feel those things? Sometimes he felt more human than possible for a suit like him. Was he supposed to have a conscience like this? Probably not, you could thank his faulty sleep modes for that.

          Back when things were good this was never a problem, he would dance and sing with his old pal 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇, Things were great! The kids loved them both, those small hands reaching up, cheering them on, singing with them.. It was fantastic. They had a whole line of merchandise that wasn’t the best looking but it made him happy that kids would carry around little stuffed dolls of him and 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇, it warmed his metaphorical heart. He just wanted to hold those kids close, and tell them how much he-

                                —𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 ℝ𝕀ℙ 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕃𝕀𝕄𝔹 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕃𝕀𝕄𝔹

          His body arched over, groaning and crying in frustration, hands with missing fingers clenched, gears cracked as they struggled to grind through the dried corpse. He ＨＡＴＥＤ this he shouldn’t have to ＳＨＡＲＥ himself with this …. ＭＵＲＤＥＲＥＲ….. He shouldn’t have to deal with this … What did HE do to deserve this? He didn’t kill anyone….

                                                             —  — 𝔸𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋𝕀𝕄𝔼

          He never wanted to kill ANYONE 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙, 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕪  … 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ＬＯＶＥＤ 𝕚𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ＴＯＯＫ ＰＬＥＡＳＵＲＥ 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘-

          His fist made contact with the wall H A R D, he could feel something crack but he didn’t care, it shut that voice up, anything to keep him quiet, he once nearly ripped his own servos out to stop the pain this DEAD felon breathed into him. Hitting the wall again and again and AGAIN, he was sick of this he was SICK and TIRED of the violence, he just wanted-

    The wall shifted, moving inwards… A door? But it blent into the wall perfectly…?                                          Oh… How could he have 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃…. ? This was..

          The weight fell on his chest like a boulder, he knew what lied beyond this curtain of darkness. Walking forward, he could feel his voice box cracking, interference, He was probably angry for being left alone for so long.. This demon.. It made him loose track of time.. Falling to his knees in front of the limp body, he’d regret it later. Oh god… It had been too long…